Johnny Dust

Johnny Dust Mar 2022

Stitches

Don’t be afraid of the physical pain, it has been discovered.
Our bodies are made in a merciful way, to blackout under covers.
I was shown a long time ago, by a desperate mother, “there’s more pain in love, if you want proof of the infinite, just watch your children suffer”.

“I am become the destroyer of worlds, and when the bomb drops my heart does too”

Johnny Dust Feb 2022

Casper Little

Once this scene plays out there’s no stopping the curtains descending. So tell me what it means to be relatable and I’ll be the kind of character you can stand behind.

Either all in or pretending.

I’ll try to keep my promises better

Johnny Dust Feb 2022

Birdie Kay

You etched me down on paper with black ink, to be remembered for ages.
And I can’t say the same,
Save for the songs dedicated to you in hopes that you’ll hear them someday soon.

I hurt still missing Ronnie

Johnny Dust Feb 2022

You and I

The truth is, we are dying.

Whether we like it or not, but I think the truth of the matter is that we do.

If we didn’t like it so much, we wouldn’t dwell on it so much.

Johnny Dust Feb 2022

Pt. 1

You're nothing new, I swear.
You're nothing different.
You're just another one of them, fine with your fingertips digging into my shoulder blades when you're making me gasp, but so much less in the light.
I can't make a monument out of a good ****. That's nothing monumental.

Johnny Dust Feb 2022

Ron

She’s got the sort of hair that never looks the same way twice—that falls in all the wrong places, and looks dead **** because of it. She’s dyed it a bizarre, almost gray pastel purple.

Johnny Dust Feb 2022

85 in a 45

When people get into horrible car accidents, they’re usually killed on impact.
And they tell you that it was instantaneous and that your loved one felt no pain.
They don’t tell you that as they slammed against the steering wheel, their organs exploded and burst within their chests, that the air was choked straight out of their lungs by the belt that was meant to save them, and that they were dead before they even started to bleed.
They don’t tell you what happened to them. They just tell you that they were gone before they ever knew what hit them.
As if they’re protecting you.